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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 25, 2009 1:40:53 GMT -6
(Takes place on the night Richter's army camps out at the foot of the Ostian Pass) Richter walked into the makeshift combat ring, if you could even call it that. After dinner, Richter and a few soldiers had found a clearing and grabbed some wooden posts to mark out the ring area, just to give people a sense of where they shouldn't stand.
Stretching out his shoulder blades, Richter drew his sword. With a quick flourish, he pointed it at Theian. "You ready, merc?" asked Richter. "Don't expect me to go easy on you. Actually, don't even expect to win." Richter rubbed his feet into the ground. This was the one thing Richter truly enjoyed: combat. "I'd be a pretty sloppy commander if I let you get the best of me."
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Nov 25, 2009 1:51:17 GMT -6
Theian yawned and stretched his arms. He had enjoyed dinner with a few other soldiers and had spent the time talking about Sacae. Theian grabs the hilt of his blade and unseaths it as well.
"Of course you'd win, boss," He chuckled, "Of course, I'd be a horrible swordsmen if I lost quickly..."
He grips the edge with one arm, and gets ready to counter whatever Richter threw at him... Ahh, the commander of the army! And I'm fighting him! Hope no one watches, what an embarresment it'll be when I'm used to mop up the ring!
"Father, your sword arm had better be good," Theian mutters...
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 25, 2009 2:03:27 GMT -6
Richter's eyes narrowed as he focused in on his opponent. Just because they weren't fighting for a kill didn't mean Richter wasn't going to fight seriously. He hoped Theian understood that. A half-hearted sword fight wasn't something he could do.
Richter waited at first, then, stepping in with his right foot, Richter lashed out with his sword, starting the fight with a horizontal cut aimed at Theian's midsection.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Nov 25, 2009 2:10:55 GMT -6
Theian was forced to step back. He panted, he had lost his focus for a second, and it could had cost him the fight. Now that he was ready, he gripped his sword and lunged, hoping that he could injure his hand.
He really isn't pulling anything back. If I'm not careful, he might stab me by mistake. Ack! Bad choice, lunging like that! Now he can get that shot at the midsection he aimed for in the first place! Rookie mistake, rookie mistakes, Theian! What would Haein say if he saw me... Uhh! I don't even want to imagine!
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 25, 2009 3:26:33 GMT -6
Richter manged to sidestep Theian's forced lunge and, seeing the opening it created, punched him in the chest. "If this were a real fight, my fist would have been a sword and you'd be dead," said Richter, backing off. Richter opened his guard and motioned for Theian to come at him. It was definitely a cocky maneuver. Richter was trying to rile Theian up. "Alright, let's do it again," he said, bringing his sword back up.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Nov 25, 2009 3:38:08 GMT -6
Theian is knocked back from the punch. "If this were a real fight, my fist would have been a sword and you'd be dead," If only he had... arrrg! Big chance of impressing the boss, and he had blew it! He saw Richter let his guard down, and motion Theian. Another go at it.
"Uhh! Of course, commander. Man, did I really mess up there..." Theian stands up, slightly annoyed at how he had fought. He grips his blade, and then ran, not right toward him, but more to Richter's right, aiming at his sword arm. "Well, that's what happens when you don't practice."
Alright, if I can hit him right there, he'll be slightly disabled, giving me a better chance at hitting him. Alright, this time, I can't afford to make mistakes like that! I can almost hear him now...
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 29, 2009 18:27:39 GMT -6
Theian's movement was fast. Ah, so he did know how to fight. Twisting his arm and bringing his blade upwards, Richter blocked the strike in time. "Exactly," replied Richter. "A good strike, but a oddly thought out one. Why attack the arm which is holding the sword I defend with?"
Not giving Theian time to reply, Richter stepped backwards with a slight slide. His eyes narrowed as he flipped his sword to the blunt side and aimed a cut at Theian's head.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Nov 29, 2009 18:47:25 GMT -6
Theian blocks the blow with his sword and tries to stab Richter's head. "Ah, thats it."
Ah, this is just like sparring Haein... I wonder how he his.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 29, 2009 22:20:31 GMT -6
Richter pushed the blade away from his face with his own, jerking his head to the side to help. The sharp edge of Theian's sword left a small cut on Richter's cheek. "Not pulling any punches for safety I see," thought Richter to himself.
Keeping the pressure up, Richter lunged forward with a vertical slash upwards towards Theian's jaw.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Nov 30, 2009 20:37:58 GMT -6
Theian jumps back, but the attack was too quick and his chin is scaped. Whoa! So that's why your commander. Tsk, I hope this doesn't leave a scar! Theian grips his blade, and slashes at Richter's left arm.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 30, 2009 20:54:12 GMT -6
Blood having been drawn on both sides, Richter decided to go for a strong offensive. He lurched forward, stepping under Theian's strike, and sent a punch squarely at his chest.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Nov 30, 2009 21:36:07 GMT -6
Theian reels back, recovering himself. Seriously? The fist? I guess I'll have to take more of a defensive position. He grips his blade, and stays out of Richter's reach. If lucky, I might be able to deflect and dodge most of his attacks. Once he leaves himself open, I'll end the battle!
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 1, 2009 14:57:35 GMT -6
"Perfect, he's going on the defensive," thought Richter to himself. "Let's see if I can disarm him and finish this little spar." Pushing forward once more, Richter let loose a barrage of strikes in hopes that he could get Theain to pause for just a second. Just long enough for Richter to get close enough to grab Theian's arm.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 10, 2009 20:07:17 GMT -6
Theian struggles to bob and weave through the incoming slashes, but he's forced to block several of the blows. One hits his blade too hard, and he stumbles back. Darn it, this might be the end of the spar. Correction, this is the end of the spar. The strikes are coming to quickly for me to dodge. Theian gets his blade and manages to block most of the attacks.
If he keeps attacking like this, he's going to be able to disarm me. Well, it was a good spar. Never expected to do this well in the fight. Hell, I never expected to even fight my boss. Maybe I can get another bowl of soup after this...
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 10, 2009 21:34:34 GMT -6
"There it is." Seeing his opening, Richter took a long step in, bumping Theian's chest and sending him off balance. Thrusting his sword forward, Richter put his blade behind Theian's and used his other hand to palm Theian's elbow upwards. Wrenching his sword backwards, Richter sent his opponent's blade flying out of his hand. The blade spun through the air, embedding itself in the ground as Richter swept his leg under Theian, knocking the blue-haired mercenary on his rear.
"It's over," said the High Officer, putting his sword to Theian's chin. "In battle, the pain only lasts an instant. One wrong move, and you're dead before you know it. Remember that," said Richter, sheathing his sword. He leaned down and offered a hand to Theian. "You did well, Thiean, but you'll need to work harder if you want to beat me."
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